I can rewind time to prevent death

After seeing his son's fingernails filled with black soil, Wan Shouguang didn't say anything and signaled Liu Jialan not to ask any more questions.

When his son returned to the bedroom, Wan Shouguang instructed Liu Jialan to watch Wan Cong inside the house, while he headed for the original grave where Wan Cong was buried.

The previous night, after digging up their son's body, Wan Shouguang and Liu Jialan simply filled the grave back in. The repairs were hastily done, and to any discerning eye, it was clear that the grave had been tampered with.

Arriving at the grave, Wan Shouguang placed his shovel on the ground and circled the grave, examining it carefully.

Aside from the traces he and his wife left the previous night, there were no signs of the surrounding soil having been dug up with bare hands.

Moreover, the soil here was not black.

"Could it be..." Wan Shouguang turned his head in surprise toward the direction of the grove.

He first used the shovel to compact the loose soil of the grave, then he stacked the fallen stones back into place, layering them one by one. He then pressed a layer of soil over them to ensure they wouldn't easily come loose.

After finishing, he circled the grave, feeling that it should look about the same as before, and picked up his shovel to walk towards the grove.

Entering the woods, he quickly arrived at the base of the big tree.

Since his son Wan Cong had crawled out from the soil here, he hadn't come to check it out.

In his heart, he guessed there must be a hole left from when they initially dug it, because his son didn't have the time to worry about whether this spot looked suspicious after crawling out from underground.

Wan Shouguang was here now to restore this eerie place to normal, to make sure no one could tell there was anything unusual.

However, when he approached the base of the big tree, he hurriedly walked to the spot that was originally a man-shaped hole.

But at that moment, the area was completely flat, covered with some dry branches, looking quite natural.

Wan Shouguang, puzzled, brushed aside the branches, found the spot where they buried the stray dog and his son. He shoveled some of the soil out and crouched down for a closer look—the soil was black.

At night, the woods were dark and the couple couldn't see clearly. Moreover, anxious at heart, they had not paid attention to the color of the soil before.

Recalling that his son's fingernails were filled with black soil, could it be that he came back and filled in the hole himself?

This possibility was very likely.

Wan Shouguang inspected the area carefully; there were no distinct footprints in the soil, no signs of digging by hand, it was well-concealed.

But why would Wan Cong cover this place up?

Considering this, Wan Shouguang suddenly felt an unease settle upon him. He quickly glanced at the covered hole, grabbed his shovel, and hurried back home.

The Wan Family villa.

Even though Liu Jialan got up only in the afternoon, she still felt extremely tired that day.

Not long after Wan Shouguang took the shovel and went out, she saw her son enter the bedroom and close the door. She then lay on the couch in the living room, drifting off into a doze.

Not knowing how much time passed, Liu Jialan seemed to hear some noise. Maintaining her lying position, she opened her eyes and looked towards the staircase only to see her son Wan Cong coming downstairs.

Wan Cong's face bore a mysterious smile as he descended the stairs, staring at the lying Liu Jialan.

"Son, aren't you going to rest a bit more?" Liu Jialan's voice came out soft and weak.

At that moment, she suddenly realized she could talk and see, but couldn't move. Her limbs felt numb as if they no longer belonged to her.

Wan Cong continued smiling, giving no response. He walked down the stairs and approached Liu Jialan.

"Son, why can't I move? What's going on?" Liu Jialan was a bit frightened.

Wan Cong reached the couch and stood in front of her.

"Quick, rub my feet, I can't feel them at all," Liu Jialan urged. "And my hands, I can't feel them at all either."

"Mom."

Wan Cong seemed not to have heard her, instead calling out again. Then he lifted his right hand and grabbed his hair.

Liu Jialan watched him in surprise, not understanding what he was about to do.

Soon, Wan Cong's right hand began to tighten, yanking forcefully at his hair, then pulling it upwards. The violent pulling disfigured his facial features, but the force of the pull grew stronger, with no sign of stopping.

This scene left Liu Jialan completely astonished, feeling as if she were dreaming.

The next moment, Wan Cong's facial features were completely distorted, pulled apart, revealing a skinless, hairless, dark, and bald head underneath, as though the outer layer of skin was like crumpled clothing being pulled off.

This bare head opened its lips, revealing a bright red inside, creating a stark contrast with the head's color, and slowly began to speak to Liu Jialan.

"Mom."

Then the dark head came closer, directly nearing Liu Jialan's face, with just two or three centimeters between them.

Liu Jialan was terrified, her body jerked suddenly, and she awoke to find everything around her normal. There was no son, no dark head, and the living room was quiet.

It was a dream, she had just had a dream.

Liu Jialan realized she had fallen asleep on the couch and it was all a terrible nightmare.

She looked up at Wan Cong's bedroom on the second floor. The bedroom door was still closed, it was clear Wan Cong hadn't come out from inside.